Divine Seal: I am a saintess of the human race, but also the heir to the Demon God.

Chapter 104 The warrior's mentality completely collapsed!
The Knight's Trial Arena welcomed two finalists for this year's finals: Li Xin and Long Haochen, who qualified from the Knights' Branch Hall of Haoyue City.

Standing on the left side of the field, Li Xin smiled and said, "Referee, I concede."

These words greatly disappointed the audience who were looking forward to the Knights Temple civil war. Even the referee next to him couldn't help but speak up, "Li Xin, are you sure you want to concede?"

Li Xin nodded.

The referee said, "Wait a moment while I check."

Because this situation was rare in previous Demon Hunter Team selection competitions, as the referee supervising the competition, he was not qualified to directly declare the contestants in the round of 16 to 8 to lose.

After all, it's already quite an achievement for someone like Li Xin to stand out from hundreds of contestants.

As the Demon Hunter selection competition progresses, those who perform exceptionally well are more likely to gain favor with the higher-ups of the Temple Alliance.

Even players who believe they are inferior to their opponents and know they have no chance of winning will choose to fight with all their might.

Moreover, Li Xin, who made it into the top 16, is a very rare female knight in the Knights' Temple.

Young, beautiful, and very capable.

Many people present were looking forward to her match against Long Haochen, including the referee himself.

However, the rules for the final round do not include a clause prohibiting others from voluntarily conceding defeat.

After communicating with the Paladin Chief via telepathy, the returning referee had no choice but to announce that Long Haochen was far ahead of everyone else and had secured his place in the quarterfinals.

"The winner of this match is Long Haochen from the Knights Temple. Next group of players, please enter the arena as soon as possible!"

Immediately afterwards, Bai Ling, whose name was called, entered the arena along with a male contestant from the Warrior Temple.

The battle between the muscular warrior and the female priest attracted the attention of everyone present.

The battle between warriors and priests is as unique as the battle between summoners and knights.

The two sides need to maintain a distance of fifty meters.

Moreover, the priests of the Priests' Temple only need to stay in the arena for about five minutes to win the match.

The muscular man who emerged victorious from the five groups and fought his way through the competition possessed a strong physique. He held two uniquely shaped hammers in his hands, and his appearance gave off an extremely intimidating vibe.

Before the match started, the muscular man put down his hammer with his left hand and said casually, "It's not too late to admit defeat now. Don't wait until the match starts and get hurt by my giant hammer, then come crying to your parents."

His voice was loud and clear like a bell.

Bai Ling frowned slightly as she stepped onto the competition field, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she stood quietly to the side, waiting for the referee to announce the start of the competition.

at the same time.

Offstage, both the contestants who hadn't started their matches and the spectators watching from the stage immediately showed a hint of disdain in their eyes.

Is this soldier not quite right in the head?

How dare he speak harshly to a pastor who entered the top 16 all by himself?

Does this seemingly dim-witted muscleman even realize that if a priest like Bai Ling were in a successfully formed demon hunter team, their chances of survival on the battlefield would be greatly increased?
What kind of quality do these soldiers have?!
Feeling the disdainful looks he was receiving from the crowd on stage, the soldier awkwardly scratched his head and muttered to himself, "Is it not normal to make tough statements before a match?"

On the platform, behind a one-way mirror, watching the match, the Deputy Temple Master of the Warrior Temple, I, had a dark face and angrily cursed, "Idiot! Fool! You're ruining the reputation of our Temple!"

That's Bai Ling! Does this guy have a death wish?
With a gloating smile, Han Qian said, "Old Ren, it seems that the new recruits of your Warrior Temple really don't understand human relationships."

"Pah, what are you laughing at?"

Enraged, Ren Wokuang used his spiritual power to secretly transmit a message to the referee on the sidelines, "Quickly announce the start of the match!"

The referee, realizing what was happening, waved one hand and announced, "The match begins!"

Upon hearing that the match was about to begin, the warrior roused himself, crouched slightly, picked up the sledgehammer from the ground, and his hands were imbued with crimson spiritual energy.

With a pair of hammers spread wide, he charged towards Bai Ling, who was standing opposite him and had just taken out her staff.

The soldiers could run quite fast.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed the fifty-meter red line and approached Bai Ling, who was holding a brand-new staff.

three meters.

one meter!
Even so, as he raised the hammer with both hands, Bai Ling, standing opposite him, had already completed the most basic Holy Light Blessing.

Even though they were very close, when the warrior raised his hammer with both hands, Bai Ling, who was standing opposite him, instantly cast a Holy Light Blessing.

The healing spell that priests in the temple must master is also a defensive spell that can be arbitrarily altered by priests.

Lin Chen, who could tell at a glance where the staff came from, shook his head and said, "Old Ren, you don't need to look so intently. Bai Ling is bound to win."

Ren Wo rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Of course I know, but I just want to see."

Feeling awkward, Lin Chen took a sip of hot black tea and said indifferently, "Whatever."

In the arena, a golden dot of light floated out from the magic crystal at the tip of Bai Ling's pure white staff.

With a whooshing sound, just as two mithril-forged hammers were about to strike the enemy, a hand imbued with the priest's faith opened up and collided with the hammers.

A wave of air swept across the entire arena, and the referee standing in the corner couldn't help but squint.
Such pure and refined spiritual energy of light.

As her black hair was blown up by the gust of air, Bai Ling decisively took two steps back, gently tapping the ground with the staff she had just picked up.

Transparent ripples slowly covered the entire area, and powder like quicksand fell into the gaps between the paved tiles at the tip of the giant hand, as the chanting of incantations rang out.

The next second, a shocking scene unfolded!

Fire lotus flowers suddenly bloomed from the cracks in the floor tiles.

The dazzling, sacred fire lotus suddenly grew wildly upwards from the ground, spreading outwards almost instantly.

Bai Ling actually managed to use the priest's power to create a spell with special effects?
At this point, if the warrior wanted to avoid a direct confrontation with these lotus flowers, he would have to put away his giant hammer and retreat.

Then, he carefully observed the seemingly flashy but impractical things to see if they had any hidden secrets.

However, the muscle warrior, who was used to using a giant hammer to overcome all obstacles in his path and relied on his ancestral bloodline and lucky physique to enter the top sixteen, would naturally not make that choice.

Seeing the lotus-shaped scorching hammer, he still chose to raise the hammer again without hesitation and smash it hard against the giant hand that was in his way.

The soldier roared, "I don't care if you're a fire lotus or a golden lotus, shatter them all!"

A frenzied red light reappeared on the two giant hammers, and the legs pushed forward with force.

The floor was broken, and dust was flying everywhere.

The reckless muscle warrior transformed the impact into a bouncing hammer, leaping two meters high before slamming it down hard on the giant golden hand that was hovering above Bai Ling's head.

The giant hand formed from the Holy Light Blessing appeared indestructible and possessed agile mobility. However, the simple-minded, physically strong warrior unleashed a fourth-tier warrior skill: Spirit Gathering Strike.

The Holy Light Blessing cast by Bai Ling alone is certainly not enough to withstand such a fierce attack.

The golden hand shattered, transforming into nutrients that nourished the fire lotus, which needed these nutrients as fuel.

The lotus blossoms grew even larger, with lifelike petals detaching from the lotus disc and piercing towards the warrior's vital points.

The warrior's temple's pursuit of meticulously honed physical strength was clearly demonstrated at this moment.

A tinkling sound rang out from the warrior's body, but the petals failed to break through the red spiritual energy emanating from him.

"You bluffing lotus! You're tickling me!"

The warriors laughed heartily and charged boldly into the lotus grove.

He no longer used any skills; his double hammers swung with impenetrable force, like a moving blender.

Any lotus petal that attempts to get close to the warrior will be instantly blasted away.

In no time, his breathing became a little more rapid, and he broke through the fire lotus's defenses with unstoppable momentum, approaching Bai Ling behind him.

At this moment, Bai Ling had already set up new traps for the warriors.

The lotus petals are just an illusion.

What Bai Ling really wanted to do was to imbue the warrior in front of her with the aura of light and spiritual power, including the magic-grade weapon in his hand.

"Let's move!"

The moment her words fell, Bai Ling, who brings a brand new sensory feast to every competition, once again demonstrated her formidable strength to everyone.

Facing the warrior's wielding giant hammer, Bai Ling remained fearless, raising her pure white staff from bottom to top.

Inside the Knights' Trial Grounds, lotus petals fell to the ground, and those that showed no intention of dissipating burst into flames.

In the center of the flames, fueled by his burning rage and honed red spiritual power, the warrior who had ignored the lotus was frozen in place.

A jaw-dropping scene unfolded: the two mithril-forged giant hammers in the warrior's hands shattered right in front of Bai Ling.

A pale golden light slowly emerged from inside the silver giant hammer.

Presumably, it was the culprit that damaged the internal structure of the magic-grade weapon, preventing the warrior from continuing to transfer spiritual power into it.

Even without weapons, he still has his fists!

The soldier, realizing what was happening, instinctively clenched his fists and mobilized the spiritual energy within his body.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it.

Countless petals from the ground returned to his side, transforming into streams of pure, luminous spiritual energy that suppressed the red spiritual energy within his body.

However, it's more accurate to describe it as a red aura of battle intent rather than spiritual power.

The warrior, devoid of fighting spirit and unable to unleash his spiritual power, was the one who was sent flying when his fist touched the tip of the scepter—not Bai Ling, but himself.

Immediately afterwards, the muscular man, whose body was radiating golden light, suddenly collapsed to his knees in front of everyone.

The soldiers were completely stunned.

He never imagined that his defeat would be so bizarre.

As time went on, the warrior noticed that the light emanating from his body seemed to be affecting his soul.

His eyes inexplicably filled with tears, and the weak and helpless soldier cried out in terror, "I...I surrender."

He lost, and he lost badly.

Bai Ling withdrew the spiritual power remaining in the warrior's body and turned her gaze to the referee, who looked completely bewildered.

Behind the platform, Ren Wokuang, the deputy temple master of the Warrior Temple, said somewhat blankly, "Bishop Ruoshui, what kind of skill did Bai Ling use? How could she arbitrarily modify a person's spiritual power attribute?"

Sitting gracefully and upright, Ruoshui, who was chatting and laughing with Lingdi Sanshui, raised her head, glanced at him, smiled calmly, and said, "I don't know either. Why don't you ask Bai Ling yourself after the competition?"

Ren Wokuang shook his head frantically, "Forget it, someone like me isn't suited to deal with her."

A few years ago, he was very envious of Bai Ling's contributions to the other temples, and secretly went to see her.

Thus, although he got what he wanted, he paid a heavy price.

Putting away the scepter, Bai Ling walked slowly towards the audience without saying a word.

The referee swallowed hard, and announced, "In this battle, Bai Ling of the Priest Temple wins!"

This battle shattered his previous stereotypes about the priest's temple.

In front of Bai Ling, the contestants from the Warrior Temple were like puppets on strings, with almost every move anticipated by Bai Ling.

In the end, he didn't even have the strength to raise his fist and swing it at the other person...

A brief silence fell over the rest area, as almost everyone realized that Bai Ling was not using her full strength.

Such a powerful and beautiful pastor is worth them shamelessly currying favor with.

In the unlikely event that Bai Ling, representing the Priest Temple, makes it into the top three, then those of them who are not from the Priest Temple might actually have a tiny, albeit slight, chance of joining Bai Ling's team.

Thinking of this, the top 60 contestants watched Bai Ling slowly walk back to the rest area.

After whispering with their companions, the young talents participating in the competition all felt their breathing become somewhat heavy.

Speed, attack power, and that chilling, sharp killing intent all exerted immense pressure on them. Even though they hadn't participated in the battle just now, it was difficult for them to remain calm at this moment.

That's incredible! The Priest Temple actually has such a powerful being. He defeated a warrior from the Warrior Temple, whose spiritual power was at the peak of the fourth tier, with just a few skills.

Bai Ling proved to everyone with her actions that you shouldn't make boastful statements before a competition if you don't have real skills.

Otherwise, if we lose too badly later on, we'll not only lose face ourselves, but also the face of the temple.

After his match against Han Yu ended and he successfully entered the quarterfinals, Yang Wenzhao, who happened to witness this scene, also felt his throat go dry.

His shoulder seemed to be aching again.

He was now beginning to doubt whether he could defeat the black-haired girl who had never used her trump card, even if he rode on a mount and used a weapon that surpassed the level of magic and was obtained from the Knights' Temple.
As Yang Wenzhao sighed, he couldn't help but pat Han Yu on the shoulder, "Brother, you've worked hard."

Han Yu: ?
Han Yu asked, "Why do you say that?"

Yang Wenzhao asked in surprise, "You and Bai Ling, isn't that the kind of relationship I was thinking of?"

Han Yu gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at the bewildered Yang Wenzhao, "Miss Bai Ling and I are innocent!"